Seven Year Itch Book Novels & Stories

Seven renewal certificates. Every single one had my signature and Corbin's. A note from Maya was clipped to the top: "He thought collecting all seven would summon you back like some kind of twisted fairy tale." I stared at the documents, and a slow smile spread across my face. Fated mates? If seven rejections could still be called fate, then nothing in this world was an accident. I gently pressed the call button on the phone. "How may I help you?" the bellhop asked, returning quickly.

"We're a family of four." "It's just the two of us." "There are only three of us here. So, who here exactly is the family of seven?" "Whoever the family of seven is, can you please step forward and kill yourselves? Give the rest of us innocent people a chance to live!" Clutching my older sister, Mable Carter's, hand tightly, I tried to disappear behind several tall people. Her hand was sweaty, showing just how nervous she was. I whispered in her ear, "It'll be okay. No one here knows each other. As long as our family of seven doesn't gather together, no one will ever know."

"Caroline, you said you'd marry me! How could you marry another man?" I smiled. "I waited for you seven times. Wasn't that enough, Joseph? Do you even remember how my first trip down the mountain went?" Joseph's breath hitched. His fingers trembled uncontrollably. He couldn't remember. I lowered my eyes and looked at my ankle hidden beneath the wedding dress. The flesh there was already rotting and swollen. Word by word, I told him, "The first time I went down the mountain, there was a heavy rainstorm. The road was slippery, and I fell all the way down the slope. I was covered in blood.

Her lips trembled, but no words came out. Mrs. Cunningham stood to the side, wanting to curse at me, but not daring to. Seven years of marriage. Twenty years of friendship. In the face of betrayal and lies, it had all become worthless. I had nothing more to say. I turned, ready to leave this nauseating place.

His eyes were bloodshot. "Kathy, how could you do this? We've been together for seven years. Seven years, and you're ready to walk away over something like this? Have you stopped caring about the company too?" Seven years. Hearing that only made it sound more ridiculous. I looked at him, and my tone turned icy. "And what have you actually given me in the past seven years? You know exactly how many nights I stayed up working for your company and how much effort I put into it.

Once the scandals broke, nobody else would touch Fiona, and with the baby on the way, Luca was forced into it. But life wasn't a fairy tale. Without my money, the pressure of the family business crushed them. They spent their days fighting, sometimes physically. Luca had been seen being hauled off by the cops more than once. I just smiled and sipped my coffee. It wasn't my problem anymore. Damian and I were married now, living a beautiful, quiet life in Miami. Later that day, I actually saw them on a street corner in Manhattan. Luca looked like a wreck—his clothes were wrinkled and stained, his pride long gone. Fiona looked haggard, chasing a toddler through the crowd.

I’m refraining from giving her a piece of my mind. As Millie is mouth open snoring I continue on with my dark romance novel about some girl getting kidnapped, falls in love with her dangerous kidnapper and they fuck in the kinkiest of ways. I shouldn’t have started this novel because all I want to do right now is to replicate some of these sex scenes with Julian. I suppose I’ll have something to look forward to when we get back. The captain announces our arrival to Chicago will be shortly so I shake Millie awake. She’s got drool on the corner of her mouth, this bitch is a mess.

"Mr. Ashton, with Novacrest Group's stock tanking and the public boycotting your products, how do you plan to respond?" Brian cried and cried, then suddenly laughed. He whispered, "So you really came back. This isn't a dream—you came back to get revenge, didn't you? Honey, it's my fault. I'm the one to blame." He rose slowly, meeting every scornful stare. "All these years, I gave in to temptation. I betrayed my wife. I know you hate me—I hate myself too. But please, let me walk her through her final journey." By the end, he was on his knees, eyes begging.

Only then did he see clearly that the figure on stage wasn't Anna at all. "Anna, Clara, where did you go?" Security hauled Micah out of the concert hall while he unconsciously called out our names. But it was far too late now. We'd long since built better lives. … Seven years later, cold moonlight flooded the streets of Lurich on a winter night. Micah stood outside the glass window of my piano studio, watching me guide a student's fingering under the warm yellow lights. I'd pulled my long hair into a loose bun and was gently rocking an autistic boy's hand over the piano keys.

"Seven years! Seven years ! Seven years! Seven years..... why is it sounding so familiar?" Why "Seven years " sounds so familiar to him. Then, the realisation hit him. It had been seven years since Zieve had closed himself. It had been seven years since Natalie died. It had been seven years since Zieve had a surgery. It had been seven years since, Zieve stocks lost his childhood and became what he is now. It has been seven years that he is burning day and night in the fire of the loss of his love.